Brass spittoon relic of bygone era...so much more than a receptacle for filthy smokeless tobacco...recycled bronze cuspidor for planting Cat Tails...retired tucked away in Old Homestead brothel...Her shimmering spirit...recirculated bawdy testament...using more than a bit of saliva I Thirst...Scorching path to Bliss...cracking bare Thunder...whiskey hits the back of my throat...Fire!
I'm feeling thirst - after having read your poem, Carolyn. Have I achieved, have I succeeded, am I content or is it "... Faceted Illusion lures Scorching path to Bliss ..." Thought provoking beautiful write!
Wow! This one put the illusion of mankinds quest for bliss right before my eyes and the dryness of the never-ending search in my throat. Very well done.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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enjoyed
excellent write
William ....Peace & Love
You captured much in this form! Strong Haiku!
Neat work Sis. Carolyn, blessin's 2 U,
cynth'ya lewis reed
God bless,
Sandie.
Peace, Carole
Strong and Captivating. Well done!
B
Love Tinka
fantastic ku !
thought provoking, accurate and vivid imagery ...